Just spent an hour digging my car out of the snow. Blarg. The problem is, it is really wet snow--about 10 inches sitting on 6 inches of slush, which is sitting on mud. It is not cold enough to solve these problems, nor is it warm enough. Also, it is still snowing. It has been snowing for two days. Supposedly it is going to stop snowing at 6:00 tomorrow morning. We'll see.

So, in other news, I have been having a problem lately where, when typing (in any program) the cursor will randomly jump back into previously typed text, and if I'm not paying attention it makes what I write turn out gibberish. Anyone ever had that problem?

So, the other day the front page of the paper had stories about both piracy and cattle rustling. In other news, I have a new bonnet, and I need to mend my spare petticoat.

So, I painted windows at the movie theater because they were doing a big thing for the premier of this movie. Pics below the cut.
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So. Happy.

I have lots to do and none of the willpower needed to do it. Woe.

...yarrr

Went hiking two days ago to Devil's Glen in what we thought was the Scapegoat wilderness but might have been the Bob Marshall, since we ran into a Bob trail crew. It was a nice hike--right on the RM Front, so the scenery was gorgeous--but it was also about 90 degrees and we were above the timber line for a while, so that was kind of tricky. We went about 10 miles round trip, though I'm pretty sure the last half mile or so was really another 20, as by that point we were out of water and were REALLY hot.

WHAT THE HELL DOCTOR WHO??

Dear Weather

Snow? Really? Do you realize that it is the middle of June? And that the trees and flowers are not really meant to be buried under drifts? Also, there was no power for three hours this morning and it was very cold. And I left my coat and boots in Missoula, not thinking that I would need them during my summer vacation.
So, Weather, I would appreciate it if you would shape the hell up and get warm. It's time. This has gone on long enough.

No love,
Me.

So, my life has been pretty exciting lately, because my apartment is infested with mice. I caught one in my trash can a couple days ago, but last night I saw another one. So now we have mouse traps and exterminator types coming on Monday. But this weekend I am totally cleaning my room as throughly as possible. Stupid mice.

On the plus side, one more week of school! And I don't really have to do anything after Monday! Whoo!

So, I have one more week of class, and then finals--like, two of them. Maybe. So, that wouldn't be so bad if all the classes without finals didn't have big papers/projects due this coming week. For instance, my twelve page paper about ecstatic prophecy in ancient Israel.

Now, I not only know very little about this subject, but I am really bad at working until right before the deadline. So even though I know that I really REALLY need to get a shitton done this weekend because I A)have to be able to present on this topic on Tuesday and therefore need some sort of text to talk about and B)cannot possibly write the entire thing the night before it's due, I just cannot get myself to actually focus on the damn thing to write it. I have five pages of notes, I have random bits of it written here and there, but I can't get myself to tie it all together into some sort of coherent whole, because I know it's not actually due until friday. ARGH! Why have I not managed to get OVER this at some point in the past four years?

It always makes me laugh to see people on the golf course that is right outside my window actually riding around in golf carts. Because seriously? The course is like, postage stamp sized. It takes me five minutes to go all the way around it to get to the mountain. And yet there are always middle aged dudes riding around it on a little cart.

So, so silly.

It is snowing. Again.

Who got into the creative writing class she was whining about for several days a while ago? Me

Who passed her Spinning test and is now a fully qualified instructor? Me again.

Who was the Republican vice-presidential candidate in the 1916 election? Charles W. Fairbanks

That's all.

I've pretty much given up even pretending to work on the three big projects I have due the day after spring break. I'll do them next week. It's not like I'm going on some exotic vacation--it's my parent's house...

I should probably point out that I have not ONCE done any homework over break. But this year will be different. Really.

Microsoft Word doesn't recognize "slutty" as a word. Huh.


ETA--"sluttish" though, it has. Who decides these things?

Can I just say I am very disappointed with my dreams last night? They were about Torchwood hunting aliens at a fashion show! That's not a dream! It's a regurgitation of what I watched on TV! And possibly a commentary on the Project Runway collections.

Lame, brain. Lame.

It baffles me how my roommate manages to cover the entire bathroom with water every time she showers. Counters! walls! Behind the toilet! I need waders to go in there now, I swear.
I have no idea how it happens.

I find it really disturbing that when you do an interest search on "vegetarianism" a lot of the communities that pop up are nasty pro eating disorder ones. I've never really understood the stereotype that vegetarians are all skinny--I didn't even know that it was a stereotype until college. I've been veggie for 11 years now, and the only thing that has made me lose weight in that time is working out every day...

I don't eat meat. Doesn't mean that I won't make myself sick on brownies. Yum, food.

Er, yeah. Rant out of nowhere. Sorry.

My internet is being appallingly slow tonight. Kind of driving me nuts.

On the plus side, I dropped my literary criticism class yesterday, so now my workload this semester is just horrific, rather than unmanageable. I win?